Director: Michelle Flynn 

Cast: Chloe B, Laney Day, Kim Cumms, Marina Lee

Length: 1:24:57

Date of Production: 03/29/16 

Extras: None

Condoms:  Yes

Audio/Video Quality:  Fullscreen

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OVERVIEW

Momentum, Vol. 3 continues in LightSouthern Cinema's celebration of the appeal of carefree '70s era film. However, instead of beach trysts or afternoon delights, this edition takes an intriguingly darker turn. If a fan of 1975's Peter Weir epic Picnic at Hanging Rock, you're in luck. If you've seen that film about a quintet of girls from Woodend, Victoria, Australia getting lost near a volcano, the idea that a day at a post-hippie era commune involves naked yoga and BDSM is not absurd. Instead, it's par for the very far left-leaning course. It's quite alright to have not seen the previously mentioned hipster fave. Ultimately, once you mentally lock in with the stunningly picturesque cinematography and aesthetics that guide this film, it is more true-to-form than any of the classic-to-modern themed quartet of releases.

Scene 1: Laney Day

This film opens with a prologue where a trio of young women sits in a forest telling ghost stories. This device "wakes the spooky echoes" that serve as the guide for the film's intentionally off-kilter energy. We find the sundress and wicker sun hat-clad trio awake the next morning taking a leisurely and barefoot hike through the Sydney countryside. They stop, place down a blanket, and engage in the chastest light-petting session seen in a film listed as "pornography" in quite some time. If you're expecting the pacing of this film to maneuver into hardcore sex territory within ten minutes, find another movie. If you're willing to engage in a style of storytelling that values lingering on cinematic beauty and celebrating eroticism as an everyday necessity, you're in luck. 

Of the trio that takes the bushwalk together, Laney Day remains. Surreptitiously ensuring that she is alone, she promptly engages in an eight-minute masturbation session that is as visually stunning as it is erotically inspiring. The melting-frame technique used to highlight the "sleepy afternoon" devolvement of daydreaming Day lazily removing her clothes and slowly engaging in ever-heightening self-pleasure is impressive. Her mussed blond hair, pale body, heavy, heaving natural breasts, and very heavily dark-haired vagina allow for her to be -- for fans of all these descriptors -- quite fetching.

She first sniffs her white cotton panties. Then, she engages in masterful two-handed masturbation. The middle and index finger of her left-hand piston into her moistened pussy. As for her right middle and index fingers, they are furiously rubbing her clit. It's not so much the act that's impressive here as are both the actress and director's technique. A ground-level video shot places Day's head at the top of the viewing screen, which is overall fantastic. From the tip of her right big toe to a vagina dead-center onscreen, plus breasts and ever-rolled back eyes, the screen is as much orgasmic as you're watching an orgasm onscreen. 

Scene 2: Chloe B, Kim Cumms, Laney Day, and Marina Lee

We're treated to fanciful interlude involving smiles, laughs, smores around a campfire, and a morning skateboard ride. Momentum, Vol. 3's interstitial scenes are resets that serve to cleanse the viewer's visual and mental palette, as what is to follow is stranger than what came before. Laney Day sniffing her white cotton panties provided a brief hint of fetishism as compared to what follows herein. 

Have you ever wanted to see 22 minutes of a quintet of large-to-small-breasted and blonde-to-black-haired women performing yoga? It happens, and it's astounding. The idea here is to set the sense that something strange is happening here, something well in line with the occult-leaning notions that defined many hippie communes of the early 1970s. It's hot if you're into this far left of fetishism (there's an air of modern robotics and hypnosis fetish porn present). Still, otherwise, this is here as a beautiful statement about the connection between earthiness and sensuality. There are Eastern mysticism vibes at play as well, and if ever looking for the place where Primal Scream therapy and hot Aussie porn intersected on a Venn diagram, it's here. Chloe B, Kim Cumms, and Marina Lee make their entrée into the film at this point, and of note, Marina Lee is the first black-haired woman in the series. Her very Gothic countenance plays extraordinarily well against the more "wholesome" presences of the other actresses and the rustic surroundings.

Scene 3: Chloe B, Kim Cumms, and Marina Lee

Thirty-five minutes of light body-play, erotic BDSM, and very overwrought girl-on-girl sex happening near a clothesline in a clearing close this epic. Kim Cumms takes a dominant lead here, while Chloe B restrains Marina Lee. Marina's left wrist is bound with sinewy rope then lifted over her head. She's then tightly bound, by her wrist, to the trunk of a tree. Under the said tree, Kim and Chloe engage in teasingly erotic femme-on-femme love-making. Kim's staring teasingly back at tree-tied Marina, who is gently arousing herself by fingering her pussy. All the while, Chloe -- clad in a men's cut blouse and red and white-striped panties -- is exerting missionary control over Kim and has her fingers hard at work in her pussy. The sex is deep, hard, and lengthy. Shot from three different perspectives (ten yards away, overhead behind restrained Marina's right shoulder, and directly on top of the action), it's another showcase of Michelle Flynn's directorial excellence.

Fascinatingly enough, the film ends spookier than it began. During the threesome, the other campers at the commune are shown paying no mind to what should likely be rather raucous female sex occurring. As Marina Lee is unbound and things get back to normal, Chloe B packs up her things and leaves. After two days of erotic yoga and fetish sex, she hops on her skateboard and seemingly rolls into forever.

FINAL THOUGHTS

A pornographic film that ambitiously commingles art-house mystery with erotic spiritualism is quite a thing. It's a "thing" because there's ultimately no other word to best use to describe a concept and body of work that has never entirely existed prior. As sex films are concerned, this is okay. There are hotter, wilder, kinkier, and more explosive scenes in pornography's history. However, as far as "art films" are concerned, this is astounding. In not using mystery and sensuality together, but instead pitting them creatively against each other, the metaphorical glue emerges that keeps your eyes glued to the screen. In its oeuvre, this film should be considered iconoclastically iconic and worth the investment in 90 minutes of your consideration.